Cyrano de Bergerac

 

  

Hercule-Savinien de Cyrano de Bergerac (6 March 1619 – 28 July 1655) was a French dramatist and duelist.

He is now best remembered for the works of fiction which have been woven, often very loosely, around his life story, most notably the 1897 play by Edmond Rostand.

  

In these fictional works he is featured with an overly large nose; portraits suggest that he did have a big nose, though not nearly as large as described in Rostand's play and the subsequent works about him. His work furnished models and ideas for subsequent writers.

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Photos (and video) are from the Greek Adaptation of the play from National Theater.

Μετάφραση Λουίζα Μητσάκου
Σκηνοθεσία Νίκος Καραθάνος
Σκηνικά - Κοστούμια Έλλη Παπαγεωργακοπούλου
Μουσική Κορνήλιος Σελαμσής
Κίνηση Αμάλια Μπένετ
Φωτιισμοί Λευτέρης Παυλόπουλος
Επιμέλεια κειμένου Φωτεινή Μπαξεβάνη
Δραματολόγος παράστασης Εύα Σαραγά
Βοηθοί σκηνοθέτη Ξένια Θεμελή, Γιάννης Κωνσταντακόπουλος
Βοηθός μουσικός Άγγελος Τριανταφύλλου
Βοηθοί σκηνογράφου Ευαγγελία Θεριανού, Μαγδαληνή Αυγερινού
Βοηθός φωτιστή Σοφία Αλεξιάδου

Διανομή:
Καπουτσίνος, Γασκώνος, Κρουστά Προκόπης Αγαθοκλέους
Σωματοφύλακας, Γασκώνος, Μαντολίνο Πάνος Βλάχος
Μαέστρος, Λίζα, Αδελφή Μάρθα Τζίνα Θλιβέρη
Συρανό Νίκος Καραθάνος
Ρωξάνη Λένα Κιτσοπούλου
Λε Μπρε Γιάννης Κότσιφας
Ποιητής, Γασκώνος, Ακορντεόν Γιάννης Κωνσταντακόπουλος
Κριστιάν Χρήστος Λούλης
Βαλβέρ, Ποιητής, Γασκώνος, Τρομπέτα Ντένης Μακρής
Κυζύ, Μπερτραντού, Γασκώνος, Κιθάρα Ιωσήφ Μαράουι
Λινιέρ, Γασκώνος, Τρομπέτα, Μελόντικα Αλέξανδρος Μαυρόπουλος
Ακόλουθος, Μητέρα Μαργαρίτα, Μελόντικα Αγορίτσα Οικονόμου
Γασκώνος, Βιολί Αργύρης Πανταζάρας
Μονφλερύ, Ντε Γκις Άγγελος Παπαδημητρίου
Ποιητής, Γασκώνος, Κλαρινέτο Γιάννης Παπαδόπουλος
Φορτικός, Ποιητής, Γασκώνος, Τούμπα Μιχάλης Σαράντης
Κοντραμπάσο Δημήτρης Τίγκας
Καρμπόν, Πιάνο Άγγελος Τριανταφύλλου
Ζοντελέ, Ραγκενώ Κοσμάς Φοντούκης
Μητέρα του Συρανό Γαλήνη Χατζηπασχάλη
Αδελφή Κλαίρη, Γασκώνος, Φυσαρμόνικα, Μεταλλόφωνο Αποστόλης Ψαρρός

Chaos

Gotta learn the way to turn

Hat over eye

Feeling dead more than alive

Give her something to rely on

One more time.

No one hears the sound

Fear is all around

Turn the music loud

No more lullaby.

No way in, no way out

Empty talk and TV shouts

Got to find the way around

No, you ain't no lifer

In this town.

No one hears the sound

Fear is all around

Turn the music loud

No more lullaby.

Stop the beat, hear the sound

Time has come for you to speak

Your mind

Can't you hear the sound?

Chaos all around

Turn the music loud

No more lullaby

Learn to fly.

Unkle

Happy Days

  

Happy Days is a play in two acts, written in English, by Samuel Beckett. He began the play on 8 October 1960 and it was completed on 14 May 1961. Beckett finished the translation into French by November 1962 but amended the title. “In a moment of inspiration, he borrowed the title Oh les beaux jours, from Verlaine’s poem, ‘Colloque sentimental’”.

Cyril Cusack claimed that Happy Days was, by Beckett’s own admission, ‘influenced’ by his wife, Maureen Cusack’s request that he ‘write a happy play’ after Krapp.

He said: “Well I thought that the most dreadful thing that could happen to anybody, would be not to be allowed to sleep so that just as you’re dropping off there’s be a ‘Dong’ and you’d have to keep awake; you’re sinking into the ground alive and it’s full of ants; and the sun is shining endlessly day and night and there is not a tree … there’s no shade, nothing, and that bell wakes you up all the time and all you’ve got is a little parcel of things to see you through life.” He was talking about a woman’s life, let’s face it. Then he said: “And I thought who would cope with that and go down singing, only a woman.”

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The picture is taken from Aplo Theater / Απλό Θέατρο

Γουίνυ: Ράνια Οικονομίδου
Γουίλυ: Κώστας Γαλανάκης

Σκηνοθεσία: Αντώνης Αντύπας
Σκηνικά-Κοστούμια: Γιώργος Πάτσας
Μουσική: Ελένη Καραΐνδρου
Φωτισμοι: Ανδρέας Σινάνος
Συνεργάτης - Σκηνοθέτης: Σύλβια Λιούλιου


----- The play in Greek (audio)

Η Βάσω Μανωλίδου ως Γουίνι στις "Ευτυχισμένες μέρες" του Σάμιουελ Μπέκετ. Ζωντανή ηχογράφηση από την παράσταση που σκηνοθέτησε ο Αλέξης Μιντωτής στο Εθνικό Θέατρο το 1980. Γουίλι ο Μηνάς Χατζησάββας

Μετάφραση: Μαρία Λαμπαδαρίδου-Πόθου

Σκηνικά/ Κουστούμια: Γιάννης Τσαρούχης

------ another astro-post about Samuel Beckett: Breath

Narcissus

Dear me-show boy/girl I know you're not really into conflict resolution

Or seeing both sides of every equation

Or having an uninterrupted conversation

And any talk of healthiness

And any talk of connectedness

And any talk of resolving this

Leaves you running for the door

Why why do I try to love you

Try to love you when you really don't want me to

Dear egotist boy/girl you've never really had to suffer any consequence

You've never stayed with anyone longer than ten minutes

You'd never understand anyone showing resistance

Dear popular boy/girl I know you're used to getting everything so easily

A stranger to the concept of reciprocity

People honor boys/girls like you in this society

And any talk of selflessness

And any talk of working at this

And any talk of being of service

Leaves you running for the door

Why why do I try to help you try to help you

When you really don't want me to

You go back to the women/men who will dance the dance

You go back to your friends who will lick your ass

You go back to ignoring all the rest of us

You go back to the center of your universe

Dear self centered boy/girl I don't know why I still feel affected by you

I've never lasted very long with someone like you

I never did although I have to admit I wanted to

Alanis Morissette

Boys don't cry

I would say I'm sorry,

If I thought that it would change your mind.

But I know that this time,

I have said too much,

Been too unkind...

I tried to laugh about it,

Cover it all up with lies.

I tried to laugh about it,

Hiding the tears in my eyes.

Cause boys don't cry.

Boys don't cry.

I would tell you,

That I loved you,

If I thought that you would stay.

But I know that it's no use,

That you've already,

Gone away...

Misjudged your limit,

Pushed you too far,

Took you for granted,

I thought that you needed me more...

Now I would do most anything,

To get you back by my side.

But I just keep on laughing,

Hiding the tears in my eyes,

Cause boys don't cry.

Boys don't cry.

The Cure

Gallery Walk

How many galleries can you visit in a night?

The following Gallery-Walk took place during the night of the 10th of March 2011.

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Kappatos Gallery - « Hommage à Galérie ARTIO»

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Artists: Γιώργος Λάππας, Pavlos (Παύλος Διονυσόπουλος), Mari Francoise Poiteyes, Δημήτρης Σακελλίων, Μάριος Σπηλιόπουλος, Νίκος Τρανός, Πάρις Χαβιάρας, Νίκος Χαραλαμπίδης , Πάνος Χαραλάμπους, Γιώργος Χαρβαλιάς, Θάλεια Χιώτη

 

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About/art - Nina Pappa // Intermediate Times

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AD gallery - The garden in between//Nikos Papadopoulos and Maria Polyzoidou's Exhibition

Photos: 8,9 and 10,11

 

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In The City

  

Every day I'm a star in the city

Walk the streets like a wanted man

All the time got my shine lookin' pretty

Every day feel the heat in the city

Like the barrel of a smokin' gun

Read the signs see the lights they're so pretty

You're the one now turn me on

Give it all up for me

Every day I'm alive in the city

She's a fire women live by the sun

On the street lookin' fine lookin' pretty

Yeah they'll eat you alive in the city

While they pull up in fancy cars

Drinkin' wine wastin' time you are pretty

Give it all up for me

Every day I'm a star in the city

Walk the streets like a loaded gun

All the time got my shine lookin' pretty

Give it all up for me

Kevin Rudolf

Flew In, Blown Out

I just flew in

From the windy city

The windy city is mighty pretty

But they ain’t got what we got

No sir’ree

They’ve got private lawns and public parks

Well they’ve got those menstrual shows

Pretty ladies with the big shot bows

They’ve got private lawns and private parks

I just flew in

From the the windy city

The windy city is mighty pretty

But they ain't got what we got

No sir’ree

They’ve got private lawns and public parks

Angus and Julia Stone

Black Mirror

I walked down to the ocean

After waking from a nightmare

No moon, no pale reflection

Black Mirror, Black Mirror

Shot by a security camera

You can't watch your own image

And also look yourself in the eye

Black Mirror, Black Mirror, Black Mirror

I know a time is coming

All words will lose their meaning

Please show me something that isn't mine

But mine is the only kind that I relate to

Le miroir casse

The mirror casts mon reflet partout

Black Mirror, Black Mirror, Black Mirror

The black mirror knows no reflection

It knows not pride or vanity

It cares not about your dreams

It cares not for your pyramid schemes

Their names are never spoken

The curse is never broken

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Show me where their bombs will fall

The Arcade Fire

The walk man

Well they say can't please everyone

But I'm stuck on a winning streak

Well today there's clarity

And tonight I see tomorrow

All at once the winter's here

All the lochs are frozen over

As I look in back of me

See a shape beside the walkway

Half of my life I've been watching

Half of my life I've been waking up

Birds in the sky could warn me

There's no life like the snow life

So for now I'll take my time

For now I can't be bothered

Well I learned a lot of things

And I fudged a lot of numbers

Once again the winter's here

All the lochs are frozen over

So I look in back of me

See a shape beside the walkway

Half of my life I've been watching

Half of my life I've been waking up

The Walkmen